cosmicviolencce

[cosmicviolencce]

𝝑𝝔 stepbrother!rafe loves being in your room.

⊹ unprotected sex, somnophilia, mentions of drugs.

rafe was the last person you'd imagine being close to. he was... well, rafe. sarah was sweet and you two loved to chat, and wheezie was the reason you moved into the island, leaving your life behind — you didn't want to be away from your mother and lost your sister's childhood, so you left your life in the city. and well, a little bit of sun and salty water in a millionaire mansion wouldn't be that bad.

it surprised you when you realized how close you'd become, you thought you'd hate him at first. rafe was problematic, a troublemaker and... he wasn't very friendly with the idea of an outsider in his house, using his father's money. he wasn't friendly with anyone at all, except with his little sister wheezie, and that was one thing you had in common.

you began to exchange some greetings here and there, then he'd barge into your room without knocking, asking you for silly things as an excuse to see you laying there in your pajamas. "have you seen my charger?", "think I lost my phone... can you call me?", "party at topper's place. don't be late or you're staying here".

and without realizing, you were a hundred percent inside his world, that complicated and messy little world. your room was the coolest place in that house for him, so cozy and welcoming and somehow nostalgic, sunrays seemed to hit different trough your lacy white curtains, with cigarettes after sex playing in the background while you layed in your pale pink sheets in your pajamas to read a book, smelling like fucking strawberries.

it all seemed to turn quiet in there, like there was nothing in the outiside of that room but clouds. the atmosphere changed completely once he stepped in, and he loved that you'd accept to have him in there for hours without bothering to even say something; his mind was so filled with shit and he needed some silence. you just layed there, doing your girlie shit like he wasn't there. and when he felt like, he'd talk to you about his problems with his dad, or about business shit you didn't quite understood, or simply do drugs with you and stare at the ceiling of your room as his mind went blank.

then, he began to step into your room to give you a goodnight kiss after coming home late at night, and trough kiss after kiss, you reached for him and locked him into your arms. of course he'd stay. because your mattress felt somehow even more comfortable than his king sized bed, and you would always feel so warm under the blankets. god, he loved your scent. strawberries and vanilla, always clinging to your skin, and pillows, even in the air he could feel it. and you were always so warm, his hands touched every inch of you. your back, your legs, your stomach. he couldn't get enough.

such a sweet, protective big bro.

and before the sunrise, trough that lazy fog, he unconsciously rubbed his hard cock against the flesh of your ass, your bodies always pressed together in your sleep as he had the sweetest dreams of you. he went crazy when all you did was lift your hips even more until he came on his boxers after rubbing himself against you, quickly coming back to sleep with your back pressed against his chest.

you'd let him use you without caring about anything. it was your little secret, always so cozy and intimate. you lowered your pajama's shorts to your heels for him and went back to sleep while he stroked himself while looking at your pretty ass, at the curve of your back. he touched your breasts under your shirt, squeezed your asscheeks and parted them to spill all his cum and watch it slide down your skin.

then you couldn't jerk off without eachother, always sneaking under eachother's sheets and touching yourselves together. he loved to watch that blush take over your cheeks, the roll of your eyes as you came in front of him, legs open to that pretty cunt for him to soak with his cum.

but he couldn't fuck you. it was okay to just jerk off with you, right? you were just helping eachother, but fucking you seemed like a limit for him not to cross. but it turned more and more difficult. you were dying to feel how his perfect cock would feel inside you, and you were the perfect image of an angel, so pure and oblivious to your surroundings, probably dreaming of something sweet.

so one night you didn't wake up to his kisses, or the touch of his slender hands as he touched himself. it was his cock, stretching out your tight and warm walls. fuck, it was so good. you gasped, immediately lifting your head from the pillow. rafe was already fucking you slowly when he reached out to shush you, to stroke your scalp and slide his thumb over your flushed cheek, then down to your parted lips. 'shh, 's okay sis. i'll be quick, 'kay? just have to be quiet... fuck— can you do that 'f me?'

you nodded, resting your head against the pillow again as he muttered a sound of approval under his breath. fuck, it finally happened. he didn't even have to do much, his dick already filled you with a gentle roll of his hips, with his hands keeping your own hips lifted for him at the perfect angle. without mucb you were already making a mess on his dick, wet sounds coming out as discreetly as your soft sighs, muffled against the pillow, your eyes shut while you found yourself stuck between the feel of his thrusts and the sweet haze that made you a sleepy mess. rafe knew exactly what to do, how to do. you didn't make a sound, didn't even move.

he'd mutter a breathy 'fuck' or just hum, making sure you two wouldn't be discovered in the intimate of that moment. he rushed just a bit, and the constant rubbing of his tip on your soft spot made you curl against him, pussy contorting so sweety it made him come right after you, finally, finally spilling ropes of cum inside you just like he always wanted to. he stayed there for a bit, and the struggle to let go made one thing clear; now that the line was crossed, he'd come for more. again and again.

notes: tysm for reading! please support a writer by liking and reblogging if you enjoyed. english is not my first language so pleease sorry if there are any mistakes, just wrote this in a hurry. i dont know if i should keep writing only for rafe in this blog or also keep writing about the other characters at my blog... anyways, ill keep posting, byee xoxo

[cosmicviolencce]

baby fever. cregan stark.

⊹ nsfw, (heavy) breeding kink, slight angst, cregan x wife!reader.

⊹ Cregan proved himself as an amazing husband, but something clearly frustrates you — you hadn't had a child yet. Worried about you, cregan makes sure his lovely wife never feels empty again.

Cregan could not accept a distant wife. He didn't expect a lovely wife either, but the Lord of Winterfell was a dutiful man also as husband, and he expected the same — for you to embrace your duty as wife and make his cold days a bit easier, to have someone to rely on trough tough days. Being Lord of the North was beyond titles, it meant carrying on his shoulders the responsibility of keeping his people from starving and freezing to death, of keeping his people away from the threats that wandered beyond the wall, of winter.

Cregan wasn't exactly demanding when it came to choosing a wife, but a weak woman would never survive the North, would never be fit for the role of a proper wife; to be the Lady of the North.

He expected someone who would bear it with him, someone to be trusted. And, if possible, gentle fingers to soothe his pain, a warm bed, cozy arms to embrace him and soft words whispered to his ear when he felt the need to be reassured, when he needed to be reminded of who he really was.

And then you came, he removed your leather glove to place a soft kiss on your numb fingers. The beautiful shade of pink that tinged you from your cheeks to the cold tip of your nose was different from anything he'd ever seen in that grey and white castle or it's pale surroundings. He judged you fit, soft for a wife, but educated for a lady, and he decided that he was willing to hold you until that freezing cold stopped shivering you to the bones.

He was rough, yes, his demeanor edging a distant coldness, but he was only a man in his raw essence. Cregan was kind under the thick furs that covered his broad frame. You've learned to love him, to understand every emotion under those icy eyes. Cregan was undoubtedly faithful, and the only nights he had you falling asleep in his absence was when council subjects took more of his time than he should allow.

But there was, deep down, something that bothered you, something you tried not to whine about too much; you haven't had a son, and it's been almost a year since you arrived to your husband's lands. You couldn't help but feel an enormous need to carry a piece of him inside you, to honor him with an heir, or better, to honor him with a great brood of babies for you to hold tight against your chest and cradle in your arms, for him to raise as the next keepers of Winterfell.

Cregan has always cherished you, always made sure you understood how much of a perfect dream you were for him, but you wanted more. You didn't need children to prove your worth, but you needed to do something about that need you felt within you, making you start to feel lonely and cold again.

That evening, Cregan entered your bedchambers. Your scent filled his nostrils, changing the atmosphere to a warmer one that he never thought possible to exist in that cold castle. For his surprise, you didn't wait for him with a steaming bath, or welcomed him with loving arms and happily began to help by shedding the layers of the heavy fur he wore. Your chambers were dark, save from the fireplace that burned low.

You layed still, your graceful form curled on the large bed, hugging a pillow with your back to the doors. It made him worried, to say the least, at first he even thought you were in pain. You could hear the sound of his boots against the stone floor; you'd prefer that he didn't approach, because you didn't want to explain the true reason of your frustration, nor to occupy his mind with more problems. You hated to feel like another burden to your husband's sore shoulders, but Winterfell was a cold and vast place and you felt alone in his absence, and that made your problems dig a wound in your heart even more painful than it should feel. So what was supposed to be little ended up eating you alive.

You tried to pretend to sleep, but the heavy sigh you accidentally let out was more than he needed. He sat at the edge of your side of the bed, making the mattress sink with his weight.

"My love?" he reached out to remove a strand of hair that covered your eyes, "You are not asleep. Are you in pain?"

Cregan's voice was rich, deep and tinged with a kindness he only had in his heart for you. It soothed your aches, soft like wind against your skin. You shook your head; all you felt now was guilt, for having him so worried over your stupid problems.

"I am not, my love. You should not worry."

He raised a brow, his calloused thumb caressing your warm cheek.

"What is it, then?" he asked with a slight hint of desperation in his voice; he couldn't bear the sight of you like this, "Something troubles you."

You signed, shifting a bit. When you opened your eyes to meet his, you softened instantly, his pretty eyes making your walls fall effortlessly. As if his words weren't enough to make you speak, he added, "You pout."

But you tried again, shaking your head and speaking in a dismissive tone. "My love..."

"Wife," he cuts you, his patience running thin and yet, his tone was nothing but kind, maybe the kindest it has ever gotten in that day, "I cannot bear the feigning, speak."

You blinked, then swallowed, and then words came out without your consent. "Something troubles me, yes. I simply find it expendable."

"Doesn't seem expendable." he insisted, leaning a bit closer, "Tell me, so that I can fix it."

You hesitated, letting go of the pillow to lean your weight on your elbows, your face level to level with his for a proper conversation. "It's been almost a year," you said, carefully, "and yet... I haven't given you a child."

He could sense your frustration, and something, something very little, shining like a spark of anger at yourself. He seemed taken aback, pulling back from your touch and straightening his spine. "We have tried, wife..."

You shook your head, like he wasn't getting it.

"We could do better," you said, eyes glistening with a hint of a bittersweet plea,"I don't feel like you give me enough chances to try."

There it was. Those words, the choice words, it hit a chord withing him, it almost felt like there was a hidden sense to it. Like it wasn't exactly about children, but about the little amout of time he actually invested on pleasing you — even if the ones he did, happened to be wildly passionate — , on warming you up. Cregan felt inefficient, and failing to his wife was something he could not accept. But it was true, in a way. He could see it now. You were always there, looking for after him after tough council meetings, after a long day of training. But he wasn't able to return the favor the way he wished to.

"I know duty demands a lot," you swallowed, your tone lowering to a whisper, "I didn't mean to overload you, so I thought it was best to stay quiet. But I can't anymore. I need to carry your babies inside me."

He swallowed hard, his lips going dry at your words.

"I am sorry, my wife," he began, a bit disconcerted, "I had not realized how much it hurted you. Forgive me," he said and you softened completely, the tension in your shoulders fading away. You sighed, looking down, ready to dismiss his apologies when you heard.

"Allow me to try," he asked in the sweetest tone, his rumble causing chills to your spine. Your glistening eyes widened under your hypnotizing long eyelashes.

"Now?"

"If you agree," he continued, playing with the strap of your gown while his eyes overflowed with affection — love. His words made you sit, quick eyes still trying to read him.

"Y-you must be tired, I-"

"No. Not for you, my love. I am sorry to cause you that impression," he leaned closer, trapping you against the mattress, "It is my duty to fulfill your desires. And if you want my babies, I shall fill you up with my seed."

He was already rubbing his lips against your exposed neck, his words coming out like thunders and reverberating over his chest like a rumble. You shut you eyes, lips parted in a silent gasp as he kept teasing your skin that way — it worked more than a thousand kisses. Your breath hitched visibly, and Cregan's eyes glistened with lust at the sight of you so desperate.

"You'll never have to beg again, sweet wife," he murmured and you could only nod repeatedly. His fingers worked vigorously on the laces of your gown, untying it with ease and letting the fabric fall back on bed. He wanted to swallow you. His beautiful wife begging to be filled, your rounded and delicate breasts falling as you got exposed, and he could only imagine how your silky skin would feel against his lips. His tongue darted out to swallow the rigid sensitive peak, he sucked and licked at your skin.

"Cregan..." you cried out.

It was like paradise, you felt so soft. With his head buried between your breasts, all he could smell was the scent of your perfume and your natural sweet scent, the same that cling to your pillow. He gave your breasts the attention they deserved before pulling back to remove his coat with a wolfish glint in his eyes, making sure you wouldn't step away from his reach. Course you wouldn't. Breathless and flushed, you could already feel the damp between your thighs. Cregan could see it too, the way your folds glistened under the flickering light, even if your thighs were pressed against eachother in a failed attempt to hide it. Gods, how much he'd neglect you. He wanted to bury himself in your sweet wet cunt, to fuck you the night away until you'd memorized how every inch of his cock felt inside you.

Cregan undressed in a hurry, with a dangerous look in his eyes — you didn't dare to move while his gaze burned that way, no. You simply stared at his pale skin, kissed with the cozy hue of a burning fireplace. His arms, oh, so strong, you wanted to hold onto them and disappear from the world while he hides you against that broad chest. Your husband parted your thighs with ease, gentle hands exposing your core while he positioned his big body between them, sinking into your breasts again until you let out those pretty little sounds that made him groan.

Cregan pulled back to cup your breasts in his hands, "They'll be heavy and full of milk, love," he said, making you moan shamelessly loud, his words having your core twitching in ache.

The idea of putting a child in you already did things to your husband, but now he seemed feral, moved by a raw, primal need to fuck you again and again until he was sure his seed began to bloom inside you.

He pulled back again, slipping his hand under his breeches to free his thick cock, already throbbing in his hand, painfully hard. When Cregan glued his body on yours, you cold smell the natural scent of his skin and it made your core pulsate even stronger. With your face pressed against his shoulder, Cregan forced himself inside you in a gentleness that did not match his feral need — a wolf's hunger. The things he wouldn't do for you, his lovely wife.

You were so wet, and his cock made his way inside you with ease, even though it's been some time since your pussy didn't receive some love from your husband and clenched incredibly tight.

"Gods," Cregan growled against your cheek, his cock pulsating hard against your insistent walls, and he couldn't help but notice how you curled up against him, "Have I neglected you this much, wife?"

Your lord husband couldn't forgive himself, not with the thought of you alone in this chambers, craving for his attention, his babies. He would make it right, rolling his hips against you the deeper he could, making you feel everything. There was nothing in this world he enjoyed more than the delightful sounds you made for him, he could already feel his skin burning with a uncommon heat in this Northern cold.

"Ah," you gasped, swallowing hard, "I need you."

He could only groan in response, hurrying his moves when his cock began to twitching painfully in a silent request, his rigid stones hitting your ass several times.

"Forgive me," he muttered against your cheek, the tip of his nose nudging your flesh, "Please, forgive me for leaving you alone like that."

You could almost scream, his frenetic moves mixed with his words overwhelmed you with too many sensations for your body to take at once. His cock filled you up perfectly, it was a shame for your man to have so many duties to attend to. Absence made you incredibly horny and sensitive, and he could tell it by the way you squirmed beneath him.

"I will give you the attention you deserve, wife," he murmured, now peppering your warm skin with kisses from your neck to your jaw and collarbone, "How silly of me, not filling you with my cock everytime you lay pretty like this."

You whined, nails leaving red marks on the pale skin of his shoulders. You were close, he could sense it. A few more thrusts and he pulled back, leaving you empty, begging for release. Cregan took one of your legs, shifting your position until you layed on your side. With no warning, he pushed inside again, his cock entering your aching pussy with even more ease with all that slick, forming a ring at the base of his cock. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, relishing in the wet sounds, the warm and familiar feeling of his wife's cunt.

"Cregan—," his cock hit you deeper now, hitting a spot in you that got you seeing stars. With his hand tight around your heels, you couldn't move, only contort wildly against his cock.

"Fuck," he breathed out, "That's it, love."

You pressed your thighs together, creating a deliciously sweet friction to your pearl, and a few more thrusts and there it was, you could feel release building up in your tummy quickly than you expected and blowing up in an explosion of sharp pleasure, the tension that had your body curling up moments ago now dissolving in a sweet bliss.

Cregan smiled, his fingers reaching for your hair. He would only come when he was certain that his wife felt good, because just giving you his seed wasn't enough. You hadn't completely came down from your high when Cregan's stones twitched slightly and his cock throbbed hard inside you, spilling ropes and ropes of his thick seed inside you with a groan. You managed to curl your lips in a satisfied — but tired — smile.

"There it is, love," Cregan rumbled, his voice reverberating within your chest, "All for you."

You didn't move, silently praying for the Gods, for them to make your husband's seed to flourish inside you. Cregan ran his fingers trough your hair, admiring your ethereal features before pulling out from you, his eyes now fixated on the way his cum overflowed it's way down your thighs.

"It must be enough," he said, placing a kiss at your temples, helping you to fix your gown, "But we shall keep trying."

You nodded, too happy to do more than that.

"Rest now, wife. Do not worry; I will make sure you never feel lonely again," he said, his thick arm caressing your sides one last time before he covered you with warm blankets, shielding you from the freezing cold. "I love you, my sweet wife. I can no longer wait, your belly will be round with my babies soon."

You smiled, the affection in his words filling your chest. You quickly fell asleep, it was easy with your husband's hands all over you — Cregan knew how to make you feel safe. You had no doubts, he was the best husband you could've had, and the Gods had been good — you expected them to be good just one more time, waiting for them to do the rest as his seed rested inside you.

[cosmicviolencce]

what we're fighting for. bellamy blake.

⊹ where bellamy sees you by the river, and you realize he needs a reminder of how good the earth can be.

⊹ smut, violence, fluffy, nsfw, swearing, breasts worship, unprotected sex, bellamy x fem!reader.

since you landed with the prisioners, your perception changed completely.

things were so different from the space, the air would actually smell like things, like trees and grass and dirt and... water.

you had your list of favorite things in the planet, including the sunset and flowers and the amazing feeling of laying on grass and watching the leaves waggling upon you, but the water would surely be on top of that list. it would taste infinitely better than how it did in the ark, but what you really loved was how it felt against your warm skin when you stepped into a river, or how calming the water would sound with the singing birds and the blowing wind against the trees.

there was a river a few kilometers away from the camp. everything was new for you, for a hundred teenagers on their first time in a new planet, though you weren't the first ones after the cataclysm, neither the only ones living there — and you discovered that in the worst possible way. but that didn't matter for you, because you already lived your whole life locked up in a cell, and you were already born in a box in the space, which didn't make things better.

the simple acknowledgment that you could actually see things you didn't even dare to imagine before was already worth the danger that came with the exploration; hostile grounders sneaked behind the trees and the next victim could be you, but you didn't care.

so you'd always find a way to sneak out the camp discreetly, and after insisting on helping with tasks on the camp that involved taking buckets of drinkable water to the camp or washing supplies, you had the path memorized in your brain, recognizing every curve and every hill.

your curious eyes wandered everywhere, and they still weren't used to how absurdly green your surroundings would be, so distant from the void you stared from the ark windows before you got arrested. and in that river, that beautiful place where trees were so close to eachother they created arcs of leaves upon the flowing water, you felt safe like in a fortress. at first you felt constantly watched, afraid a grounder would jump on you with a fatal stab from their spares.

now it didn't matter. as long as you could listen to the sound of the water flow crashing against the large rocks at the margin, feeling the cold sensation embrace your body, you'd die at peace.

so you made that a ritual, your secret little ritual. oh, swimming felt even better than floating on the gravity simulator. you took off all your clothes, disappearing into the water that mirrored dark green leaves. sat there, you could watch still as animals passed by to refresh themselves, and they didn't fear you. you felt like a mystical creature with superpowers, like you were born in the earth and belonged there.

at first, that was the first impression from the man that got surprised with the image of a young woman swimming so freely. when reality hit him, he wondered if it could be a grounder, but it didn't make sense, a grounder wouldn't be so near a river the teenagers used so often. not alone.

such a beautiful woman, wet long hair falling in waves on her bare back. slender and soft, stopping next to the edge of the river and hugging her knees like a fragile creature, covering all her nudity. he felt a pull, a primal urge to approach something so different from his roughness, from all the violence that planet offered. something pure and untouched.

bellamy watched from afar, hidden behind large leaves. then, when he realized it could be one of his own people, he approached. even if you were naked, even if you seemed so peaceful and free in your solitude. he couldn't let one of his own people in danger, so he stepped foward. your trained ears were so used to the quietude that it was easy to detect any changes on your surroundings. your eyes quickly looked for a sign and your hands instinctively went to your breasts, even though your knees were already pressed against them.

so, when he realized that, he stepped out from the darkness behind the tree and stopped by the marge, trying not to scare you. even though you weren't aware of how long he watched you, a hint of admiration still made his eyes shine. he was amazed, and tried to cover it with his toughness.

"you shouldn't be here," he said. a dead rabbit was hanging on his left hand, a bow positioned across his chest. he was hunting.

"i know," was all you answered, trying to look back at the water with nonchalance while you hugged your knees tightly.

"so you're rather stupid or suicide," he murmured with a hoarse voice, trying to intimidate you with his commanding tone as he did to everyone else in the camp. you didn't answer, which made him sigh in frustration.

then, he removed the bow from his chest and placed it upon a rock before approaching the river with a knife on his other hand. you watched it attentively as he started to clean the dead animal that would probably feed most of you later.

he was almost able to act as if you weren't naked so next to him, as if you didn't know he was trying hard not to stare too much at your hypnotizing form. he just couldn't leave you alone, so he made an excuse to not to leave. to be close. — to protect you, like the internal urge he felt when he saw you there, so sweet and innocent.

so while he pretended to be focused on removing the thin skin from the animal, you dived back on the deepest part of the river so that the water would cover your bare skin. you pretended to do something, to clean your hair or your to remove some leaves that the river would eventually bring from it's flow.

but bellamy couldn't stop watching.

your back, turned at him, moved gracefully. he admired your curves, the way the water only covered your hips. teasingly. your hair seemed even longer when it was soaked, and covered you like a blanket. but when you pushed your hair to the side to softly rinse your shoulder, his eyes fell to the curve of your back, imagining how his hands would feel against you. the sight of your exposed neck was driving him crazy.

he sighed, quickly focusing back on his task. even if all he did was for not leaving you alone, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for making you feel vulnerable. at least he imagined you did, and he wouldn't blame you for that.

he cleared his throat. "it's getting late. it'll be dark soon."

"i know the way back," you said.

"i know you do." he said with slight irritation, what made you chuckle and turn your body to face him. but, when he took you in, water would be at your collarbone height.

"you act as if we weren't in the fucking earth."

his eyes went from the rabbit to you. "do you realize how many we've lost?"

you frowned, pressing your crossed arms upon your chest.

"that doesn't make the earth less amazing. just look around. it deserves our admiration... even if for a single moment."

he looked around quickly, "moment's over."

he swallowed, trying not to let your words annoy him like they would annoy the leader and responsible version of himself. being in charge of a camp meant having to carry on your shoulders the weight of every tragedy, and you could imagine how fucked up that was. but bellamy needed to understand your point of view too; and maybe it wasn't as easy for him to admire your freedom because he wasn't a prisioner like the rest of you.

but who in the ark would ever imagine any of you would be able to see the earth again?

"just look around, bellamy," you tried to step on his direction but remembered you were naked, and his eyes lowered quickly to your arms pressed tightly upon your breasts. you stopped there, because every step closer would take you to the surface and reveal more of your body. "there's trees, and animals, and... goddamnit, everything's so amazing. makes me feel like it's worth it," you said, "any of us who died got to see that, and the rest of us got the chance to make life possible again."

he seemed to think about the depth of your words for a long moment. they were beautiful, but not enough to get trough his tough facade.

"i don't have time for this. maybe i'm too busy keeping us alive,"

you sighed, frustrated.

"come here," you murmured in a soft invitation.

it was tempting. you standed so pretty, your frame shining among the water, your rounded eyes begging him for a chance to show him the beauty of the earth when you were the definition of it, a magical creature asking him to approach.

but he couldn't.

"listen, i don't have time for your-"

"please," you insisted with a soft smile, "i'm coming back to the camp with you, i promise. just come here..."

he sighed in frustration. though he tried to keep his word, he was still bellamy blake afterall, and the sight of a beautiful girl calling him that way would have it's effects on him

he put the rabbit down, cleaning his bloody hands on his jeans befote kicking his boots and removing his shirt. and at this point, it was already normal to stare, so you did. watched as his bronzed chest rose and fell repeatedly in a slightly quickened breath, his strong arms falling at the sides of his body while he approached you.

you smiled in satisfaction, now covering both of your breasts with one hand while the other took his own, bringing him even closer.

"look up, bell," you told him, your eyes following his to the trees that towered you, and for a second his eyes shined in admiration. leaves danced upon you with the wind, creating a calming sound that mixed with the flowing water. then, birds began to sing and you smiled.

you looked back at him, his pretty lips slightly parted as he began to relax, to appreciate the beauty that surrounded you two. then, when he realized, he'd lost you. he looked around to he surprised by your hands on his eyes, blinding him. from where you standed, so close behind him, he could feel your nipples brushing against his bare back, what made him sigh and swallow nervously.

"now listen," you murmured in a low and soft voice, guiding him. your breath so close to his ear made him shiver, "does anything you've heard up there in the ark sounds like this?"

you used one hand to cover his eyes while the other lowered to his heart, and you felt his incredibly fast heartbeat.

"maybe you need a break from the fight to just remind yourself what we're fighting for," you whispered and his breath got caught in his throat. "we're in the earth, bell. that's amazing for itself, just... think about that."

he sighed deeply, as if trying to take in the combination of your words and all the natural sounds around you. then he started to feel what you feel, what he felt himself when the dropship came down before the feeling got lost with the responsibilities. but it was easy with you, with your body so close to his, so intimately.

he felt as if the world silenced around him, and he could hear only his heartbeat.

your touch lowered from his chest to his abdomen, letting your nails tease the skin above the hem of his pants. he arched his back against you with a gasp.

then, your hand fell from his eyes and when he turned his body to see you - almost desperately -, he found that smile of yours, as he always did. and it was for him. your hands didn't cover your body anymore, they rested calmly at your sides, and your long hair served as a veil to your beautiful breasts.

and he had to see you.

he had to unwrap that gift the woods offered him, to feel you and claim you. every primal instinct shouted him to do so, because your ability to calm him trough a war got him simply amazed. hypnotized. so he gently put your hair behind your shoulders, now revealing your form completely. so pretty. his eyes shined, his hands ached in anticipation and the tenderness of his touch made you shiver. but you didn't move. you stayed there looking at him, seeing what else he wanted to do to you.

because you were at your favorite place in the universe, and his presence was the only one that didn't made you apprehensive in this world full of death and tragedies, and he did nothing but to touch you like a hidden pearl. his fingertips trailed down from your collarbone to the base of your breasts, feeling how heavy they were before squeezing both. you moaned, reaching for his curls at the back of his head and grasping it in response.

he swallowed hard, his jaw tensing with the burden of a hard decision.

"i should take you back to the camp," he said, yet not able to let go of you, his hands lowering to the curve of your back and brought your body closer to his as the water embraced both of your bodies.

"not now," you said firmly, and yet, it was one of the softest things he's ever heard.

"it's not safe for you here. you're vulnerable."

"i'm not," you murmured in a whisper, looking deep inside his eyes, "i have you." he blinked a few times, waiting for his heart to take in your words before continuing. "and i trust you," you said calmly, and he was almost flabbergasted. did you not understand the weight of these words upon him?

"you can't just say things like that," he murmured in frustration. his breath was hitched, ghosting over your face.

"come closer," you murmured, gentle fingers still stroking his scalp. he obeyed, gluing your body on his with your chest pressed further against his, and the growing bulge in his pants met the warmth of your thighs. he groaned at the realization; his clothes were the only thing between you, you were fully naked. and sometimes that was hard to take in when half of you body was covered by the water.

"i need you," was all he had the strength to mumble under his breath with his lips already ghosting over yours. in another situation, he'd simply take your lips with his the second you gave him the opportunity for it, but he felt in your arms the comfort he'd never felt in his whole life while all the responsibilities took over, and he was able to accept whatever you were willing to offer. like a lost boy in a fairy's arms.

you lips rubbed against his neck caressing the soft skin there, and you could feel his scent; something like woods and sweat. you needed it to fill your lungs, and you inhaled deeply. he held you tightly against him, lifting your body until your legs encircled his hips. felt like everything he's ever dreamed of, and suddenly he understood what you tried to explain.

the feeling of freedom.

and he needed more from you, to take all you was willing to allow him to feel; he kissed you deeply while guiding your bodies deeper into the water. you moaned against his mouth when he squeezed your waist, almost as if trying to bring you impossibly closer. you parted your lips for him and he groaned, tasting you desperately while you used your grip on his hair to bring him even closer and allow him to sink inside your mouth.

water seemed to dance around you, comforting and embracing your bodies. you didn't realize he was moving until he positioned your body gently in a large rock and pulled back to simply admire you there; droplets of water all over your skin while you layed there so sweetly, waiting for him.

he wanted to be inside you so bad, but the way you looked at him made him lean foward to kiss you again.

"just wanna make you feel good, bell," you murmured against your lips, and he kissed you again.

"you will."

you could feel him unzipping his pants, but you were too busy planting soft kisses on his jawline to do something about it. then, bellamy was hovering your body now, pants and boxers at the height pf his heels. you barely had time to admire his thick cock, to touch him and feel how his pulsating flesh would feel against your palm because he was already parting your thighs and forcing himself inside you.

you could feel every inch of him easily sliding inside your wet cunt. he groaned, burying his face in your neck. you sobbed, your delicate hands still on his hair, caressing and pulling at the dark locks.

your back arched against the tough surface, scratching your pretty skin. he pulled back and sank further agaisnt your warmth, needing more and more of the comfort you provided him, as if his heavy clouds filled his mind to the point he could no longer think about his duties and responsibilities, just the tight warmth of you sweet cunt encircling his throbbing cock.

and his only obligation was to drag more of those tiny sweet sounds from your lips.

he rolled his hips against yours, trying to feel all the extension of your insides, to know how deep he could reach before pulling back again, and again, and again.

"i need you so much," he breathed out, like fucking you this deep wasn't enough. his shoulder's muscles contracted so beautifully upon you, and your lips parted to let out a silent gasp. he was hitting you so deep you could almost roll your eyes if it wasn't for his torturously slow pace.

your hands lowered to his back in a sort of comforting touch, and you felt his burning skin; rays of sun mistreated his skin as he shelted you under his large frame. it would burn later, but you'd make sure to provide a more comfortable place for him to fuck you next time.

"faster," you pleaded in a whisper. he wanted to savour you, but he definitely wasn't against the suggestion; he'd have time to fuck you slowly over and over again, but right now, your pulsating walls brought him closer and closer to a no return point.

he pushed himself inside you harder and harder, one hand supporting his weight on the hard surface of the rock to allow the other hand to explore your body, cupping your breasts before using his hand to steady your trembling hips against the floor, allowing him to hit a sweet point inside you that made you moan in a quite satisfactory loud sound.

"holy fuck, bell," he looked down at you to meet your pleasured expression, half lidded eyes and the blush in your cheeks that came with the approaching release. he smiled trough his parted lips, parting your legs to sink even deeper inside you in a new angle, "fuck, just like that..."

he followed your words, despite fighting the internal urge to tease you further. his cock already throbbed fastly and not much different from your convulsing spongy walls, orgasm would reach him and he was desperate for it just like you were.

"hmmm..." he hits you even faster, "so. fucking. good."

"bell," you cry out, cheeks burning with the growing heat, legs tight around him, "bell..."

he reached for your swollen clit, his thumb brushing against your sweet spot while he lowered his mouth to suck at your breasts, pulling at the flesh between his lips and caging your nipple between his teeth making you scream pityfully. his cock pulsed harder at every response.

you pressed his face against your breasts and he submitted willingly, burying his face until he was lost between your soft skin, leaving marks there while he tried to distract himself from the growing urge — he had to feel you coming first, to listen to your sweet sounds.

so when his stimulation at you clit mixed with he burning pain as his canines stucked into your thin skin, your body couldn't handle it anymore, your pussy dripping slick and bathing his cock as it moved even quicker inside you.

"fuck, fuck-" you gasped, panting as your body contorted around him, "come with me," was all you whispered, making him nod repeatedly between your breasts.

your pussy clenched around him, your tiny sounds announcing your release for him and for all the trees around you, nature surrounding your intimacy while the world semeed to spin around you.

orgasm hit you two like a thunder, reverberating in your bones and making you tremble in a weakness that made your hips stutter against his. the accumulated tensin in your tummy spreaded all over your tired body.

bellamy moaned under his breath, pulling back and stroking his cock as it spilled all his release in your stomack in sweet threads of thick and warm cum, making you moan one last time before trying to bring fresh air to your lungs again.

he pulled back, putting back his jeans to kneel between your spread thighs again and take a deep breath, eyes closed. then, he did it again. focused on the sound of the wind, the flowing water and all the nature around you. and his body still felt the final effects, the ecstasy from release.

he felt like floating, for the first time in a while. thanks to you.

then he opened his eyes to meet you there, smiling so sweet at him and only for him. and he smiled too. leaned forward to cage you and kiss your neck tenderly.

"gotta get back now, princess," he mumbled, look deep inside your eyes,"but i have to say; i owe you for this. and i intend to return you the favor."

you smirk, supporting your weight in your elbows to face him. you touched his back softly, and the simple contact made him wince as the sudden absence of adrenaline made his skin burn painfully.

"i think you were wrong," he looked up, blinded by the sun, "not everything here is that good."

you giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his.

"'s okay. i have time to convince you again,"

[cosmicviolencce]

training lessons. bellamy blake.

⊹ it was usual for you to take training lessons with your friend bellamy, and he was more than willing to teach you. but what you didn't expect was his reaction when you refused to surrender.

⊹ violence (safe training), swearing, smut, unprotected sex, nsfw, bellamy x fem!reader.

"not here," bellamy murmured after you punched his hard left chest. instead, he pointed at the cavity between your breasts, "here."

you tried again, only to be kicked in your foot halfway, taking you to the ground.

"too distracted," he said, making you groan in annoyance. "imma give you a second chance. stand."

you look at him from the ground, his toned form towering you with all his aura, curled hair dripping sweat until droplets slide down his strong jawline.

his voice was rough, demanding. even if you were his bestfriend, he'd treat you like a soldier whenever he would teach you something. it's just the way he is. you stand quickly, exhaustion making your knees falter. you take away some hair from your sweaty face before returning to position, clenched fists in front of your face to defend yourself from his quick moves.

a deep breath, and you attacked again.

it was a good punch on his rib, you took advantage of a moment of vulnerability. then, one kick in the other rib, making him stagger. he groaned but responded quickly, grabbing your leg the moment you tried to give your last move, and took both of you to the ground.

he would finish you, but your competitive senses were loud even in your exhaustion. you gathered strength in your heels, rolling you two on the ground and taking advantage again.

your arms were around his neck, locking him in your grip.

"got it. say it, surrender," you murmured with triumph, your quick breath ghosting over his skin.

he tried one, two times, grabbing your heels around his waist as you held him from behind. he did it at the third, releasing himself from your grip and locking your arms behind your body with his knees keeping your legs spread. you mumbled something unsavory. was it his smell of the warmth of his body that got you so distracted it came to this?

"go on. say it," he panted out, lips casually brushing against your ear. "you used to be better at this."

"just... tired." you grumbled, breathing between gritted teeth. he laid you two down on the ground, pressing your face against the cold floor and causing you to gasp. he leaned closer to your face.

"come on, don't wanna spend all night here."

you sighed, hoping there was a way to change this situation. you didn't want to lose again. closing your eyes, you tried to think.

pherhaps if you lifted your heels just a bit up, you'd hit his balls. you moved it up and down, but bellamy quickly understood what you intended. he took one of his hands from the grip on your wrists, taking a hold of your hair and pulling your ponytail, making your head tilt back. you whine, face contorted in pain, but the heat in your tummy only got stronger.

"are we playing dirty now?" he murmured.

"the enemy would," you justified, and he only pulled your hair tightly.

"say. it."

you swallowed, cheeks flushed.

"i... surrender," you said. your head was pulled back so hard you could barely speak, words coming out strangled. he let go, making you fall weak on the floor again. you squirmed, rolling to your back, tired eyes watching as he crossed the room to grab two bottles of water. you were surprised to find strength to catch one in the air, your whole body sore after hours of training.

your cheeks were still flushed, and you almost contorted in embarrassment at the memory of how much you enjoyed his rough hands on you.

he sat down at your side and you watched his chest rise and fall quickly. he offered his hand, maybe he saw you were too tired to sit by yourself. but his grip was too strong, which made you raise an eyebrow. he smirked, leaning closer until he was sat at your lap. your bottle fell to the side and he grabbed your two wrists now, placing them on your chest, keeping you trapped.

"one more," he asked, looking at you with pleading eyes and a hint of amusement.

"no."

he growled, placing a kiss under your ear that made you shiver. his voice was hoarse.

"please." one kiss on your neck. you turned your face to the side, having a feeling that the next one would be at your lips. and you couldn't let him.

"no. bellamy..." you murmured in an warning tone.

things were getting different, and though he had already kissed your skin multiple times, it never made your body feel so warm. and he felt that.

"just one more," he purred, turning your face back at him, his eyes switching between your big rounded eyes and your beautiful lips. his brows lifted, making his forehead wrinkle behind all those pretty curls, "you have to get better at this."

"tomorrow." your words were getting weaker and weaker, a giggle escaping from your lips when he kissed your neck again. it wasn't your fighting teacher, it was only your best friend.

your sweet bellamy.

he smiled tenderly, sucking at the spot between your neck and your shoulder. you gasped, your back arching against the cold floor.

"bellamy..." you tried again, though you had no strength left in your body to fight his broad frame.

but he wasn't interested on another round anymore. his lips traveled over your neck, your collarbone, one of his hands playing with the straps of your tank top.

"bellamy."

he was lost already, his hands clinging to you like he needed to feel that you were really there, underneath him. and the heat in your body only grew, the pulsating between your legs beating painfully, your body naturally craving for his skilled hands to soothe you the way you've always dreamed of.

he bit your skin, making you giggle. you felt his lips curl against his skin.

"the hell are you doing? if someone gets in-"

he laughs.

"yeah, like they have every night we trained," he said, sarcastically. no one's ever got in. not this late.

"well, actually, i don't care if someone gets in because nothing will happen," you tried to sound convincing.

"fight me, then. just one more time. and i'll leave," he defied, brows raised in a wicked suggestion. you sighed, looking inside his eyes and trying to decide, between mind and heart, if you actually wanted him to stop, to leave your body there, untouched by the cold wind.

without a word, you made your decision. your head leaned back against the floor in surrender and his smirk only grew. your thighs rubbed together in an attempt to soothe the aching need between them.

bellamy leaned closer, still trapping you beneath him. he pressed his lips tenderly against yours, lingering there until he decided it was safe to move. he pulled back and pressed another kiss, his breathing now turning deeper, his nose rubbing against your cheek. you parted your lips, and he huffed a chuckle before taking the opportunity quickly and sliding his tongue inside your mouth gracefully.

he tasted you, savored your sweet taste for a deliciously long moment and sucked at your lower lip before pulling back.

"was that okay?" he purred, eyes shining at you.

"yes," you answered shyly, "do that again."

he smiled. there was nothing in the world that could make him feel better than the acknowledgment that he was being good to you, that he was the one to give you this kind of pleasure. it was the kind ot fantasy that ran trough his mind every night before his sleep.

"yes, ma'am."

he grabbed the back of your head to deepen the kiss, both hands releasing your wrists. both of you knew you'd never try to stop him now. both of your hands went to the back of his head, feeling the soft curls under your palms. it was surely one of your favorite things about him.

his kiss was demanding, always getting deeper and rougher, sucking and biting at your lips like a starving man. it made you quiver. wet sounds filled your ears, your breath quickening at every second. his fingers found the hem of your tactel shorts, not having trouble removing them since you lifted your hips almost instantly. quick exhales left his beautiful parted lips, and you felt your cheeks blush under the heavy feeling of his eyes taking you in. but it wasn't enough, he needed more.

craved for his bestfriend so much it felt almost unbearable to control himself, so eager to see if you would look just how he so often imagined.

you quickly realized it, not waiting for him to remove your tank top. you did it yourself. the sensation of the cold wind against your recently freed breasts making you shiver.

"fucking hell," he breathed out, air seeming to run away from his lungs. "so fucking beautiful. been waiting for this for so long."

he touched them, at first as if he thought it was a simple mirage. then, he squeezed them so tightly it made you gasp.

"tease," he mumbled, pinching at your nipple. you could feel the humidity pooling at your panties, he squeezed your breasts until the turned into red flesh between his fingers, "fucking tease."

you moaned, that tiny and pityful sound almost making him lose his mind. he smirks, using only one hand to sneak into your panties. he wouldn't let go of your beautiful breasts so soon. his middle finger slid down your soaked folds, easily opening for him.

he hummed in satisfaction, his purr turning into a growl.

"did you ever get this wet for me before?" he asked with a glint of cockiness in his eyes. you nodded shyly.

"you'd be surprised," your words only made his smile widen, and he dug his fingers deeper inside your cunt.

"i'm not, actually," he comment with a shrug. he'd sound nonchalant if you didn't know him so well. "could always guess when this cunt was wet for me. just didn't imagine it was this wet." he made you smile, and his finger curled so deep inside you that you clenched around him, and all he did was imagine how it would feel around his cock. "tight."

you whined when his thumb brused against your clit, hips lifting against his hand.

"please," you squirmed again, "let's just get on with this. need you so much it hurts," you said openly. he freed his cock with one hand, resentfully removing it from your breasts. he chose to keep rubbing our clit and stroked his hard cock slowly, pulling your panties to the side to focuse on your glistening pussy while that.

"just because we're in a hurry." he explained while positioning his tip at your entrance, "imma have my time with you later," it was a promise almost in a warning tone, dangerous and rough. but the words did nothing but fill you with anticipation.

"okay," you nodded, submitting easily, "okay."

"good," he looked down at you, kneeled between your legs. his lips parted as he moved in slowly rolled his hips and you gasped silently, cursing under your breath.

you could feel every inch of his cock entering you slowly, and bellamy growled as he felt your walls relent easily. you needed him so much, your warm pussy embraced his pulsating cock. he couldn't wait anymore, and his hips pulled back before dragging forward again

"fuck," you panted, knees unconsciously squeezing until you found his body between you. he noticed, holding your thighs and placing them behind his body, the position allowing him to sink even deeper inside you. you moaned loudly, almost too much. "fuck, bellamy-"

"'s that okay, baby?" he asked tenderly under his breath, rubbing your clit again so that you'd take him better. you couldn't speak, so you just nodded with the sweetest whines. your parted lips tried to mumble words, but the overwhelming feeling of his large cock coming in and out made the butterflies go crazy. "taking me so well. fucking shit. just like i thought you would."

you smile, biting your lip. "you shouldn't be thinking this kind of things."

"oh, but i do. a lot," he thrusted deeply, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. he growls as you clench your walls around him, the raw feeling of his dick filling you up would made the heat in your tummy grow at every second. the tightness made him growl, and he knew what that meant. he wanted to be slow, to feel every inch of your warm pussy in a delicious rythim, to work you up with his teasings, but he couldn't, not when he was so desperate, when he waited for this every single day since you landed on earth.

so he rolled his hips faster, finding a new angle that made you arch your back further against the floor. wet sounds filled the room, and he could swear he'd never seen someone this soaked before.

if filled him with pride.

"gonna take my time with you, next time," he murmured between gritted teeth, his tongue sliding on his lower lip, "remember that."

"bell..." you cried out when he circled your swelled clit, his other hand coming to the side of your face and stroking your sweaty scalp. you leaned against his palm, feeling the heat turning into a tension that spreaded all over your muscles, your face turning red, "fuck..."

his eyelids grew heavy at the feeling of your tightness, your cunt embracing his cock so sweetly.

"jesus, princess."

you looked up at him trough your watery eyelashes, swallowing hard at the sight. his wonderfully defined chest moved up and down, his eyes shutting as he tilted his head back. his black curls covered his eyes, and his dark skin was shining in sweat under the warm and weak light from the training room. his low, raspy sounds teared the way up to his throat. you were holding back till now. there was no way you wouldn't come at that vision.

you squirmed, your legs tigtened around his waist and he felt it, leaning down on your direction.

"'s okay, doll. 'm right here," he whispered against your ear, "come for me."

there was no going back from this point. the thick tension turned into a wave of release that relaxed your whole body, your cunt clenching around him in an almost inhuman way. your sweet sounds turned into cries, and you called for him when you reached your peak, his cock hitting your sweet spot several times in his own desperation. then you tried to breathe, hands falling to your sides in an attempt to take back your balance, to make sure you weren't floating in the space.

you were in the earth, in arkadia, and bellamy was still fucking you hard.

his sounds were louder now and he panted out mixed words before emptying himself inside you while you still came down from your own high, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his hand letting go of your clit to support his weight on the floor. "fuck. i love you."

"mhmm..." you whined, still dizzy, sore legs slowly falling to the ground and releasing him while he removed himself from your soaked center. he kissed your neck, putting his cock back inside his pants with a sigh.

he pulled your shorts back to your waist, reaching for your tank top and resentfully placing it on your arms, "here."

"thanks," you smiled weakly, an amused glint in your eyes.

your heart was still drumming violently on your chest, sweat rolling down your faces. he leaned to kiss your lips quickly, then pulled back after a quick kiss to your breasts before you put back your top. he helped you to sit, holding your hand.

and while you still fixed your clothes, the door opened. both of you looked at it quickly, eyes wide, and sinclair laughed.

"training hard, hm?" he gave what he thought it was a knowing smile, "that's the spirit."

he left after quickly taking something from a table, a devide surrounded by wires and these stuff. you two sat there, giggling like two idiots.

"hm... hey, bell?"

"what?"

"love you too."